Time for my semi-regular installment of things I want to remember during this stage of parenting.

Lego Me

Joshua came up to me the other day and said, “Hey, Dad. This is my Lego version of you.” I like it; it’s a very Han Solo-esque interpretation of me. Although I’m not sure about the Christopher Reeves lock of hair falling down in my eyes. Or the ascot. But I’m loving the sword. Very swashbuckling.